Sometimes I forget love Sometimes I forget confidence Sometimes I forget how to not be alone Sometimes, I forget.
I forget life, I stop feeling alive I forget that alone is not in isolation, But still, I can't. Find. You.
And it's scary to think that I'm on the brink of losing myself once again. For where would I be, if I am not me, I am lost, with no direction.
But I know, This is where I have to be.
I know, Love will return.
*you have to believe that love will return.
Breathe in, Breathe out. The disorganized nature of this poem is meant to reflect the disorganization of my thoughts at the moment. I didn't know what to think or what to write, so my thoughts came out in an erratic fashion. Also, the "you" that I'm meant to find is myself; the loving, lively part of myself.